Daddy's Little Girl: Bred by My Daddy 3 (erotic taboo breeding erotica) (2 page)

Looking back, I giggled as Peter clenched his
jaws together. I knew I had gotten to him when he started with jaw
clenching. He held his breath for a moment, and then turned back to
the phone.

“Okay, Marie, back again. Sorry about this,
people just keep...”

I reached between my legs and gave my daddy’s
bulging cock a squeeze through his jeans, taking the game to the
next level.

“Oh!” He grunted as I played, and started
breathing harder.

“Uh, oh no, nothing, I’m just trying to...
er... move something.”

Again, I stroked my body up and down his rod.
That time, I gave his balls a little massage.

“Hah! Unn... Okay, uh Marie, I need to go.
Got a... um, something to take care of. Sorry! Okay, talk to you
soon, yep, bye. Okay, bye!”

He threw the phone onto a shelf above the
washing machine and turned his full attention to the little slut
harassing him. Pushing against me harder, Peter put a hand on my
stomach and kissed me behind an ear.

“Well, if daddy’s little girl wants him to
throw her across a washing machine and take her sweet little pussy
from behind, daddy can probably do that,” he whispered in my ear.
Somehow, Peter’s words alone were enough to send a shiver down my
spine and make my nipples pucker against the soft, comfortable
cotton t-shirt.

Peter devoured my neck with kisses and rubbed
his hands down my arms, then held me tight for a moment, his
forearms around my waist and his face nestled in my hair.

“Daddy, can you pull my hair? Pull your dirty
girl’s hair. Make it hurt – I want you so bad. Just yank my hair
and fuck me. Please, daddy?” I cooed, rubbing my firm ass backwards
against the growing lump in Peter’s jeans.

His response was to kiss me again, then wrap
my ponytail around one of his hands and yank. Hard. At the same
moment, he reached around, slipped his hand under my shirt and
cupped the breast that was still swollen with milk. I meant to
pump, for later, but got distracted. His fingers looped around the
pebbled, sensitive skin of my nipple and gave me a little
pinch.

I couldn’t help but yelp a desperate,
yearning “ooh!” as he rubbed, and a warm trickle spilled down his
fingers before soaking into my shirt.

“Does that feel good? Does it feel good when
I squeeze these big, sexy tits? Hmm?” He kissed me again, this time
on the back of the neck and clutched me closer. The hand under my
shirt slid tickled down my body. He slipped a pair of milk-wet
fingers under my skirt just far enough to touch the beginning of my
slit. The light, fluttery caresses and the warmth of his kisses
made me smile and cuddle back against my daddy’s muscular
chest.

After a moment’s worth of snuggling, he
worked his finger between my folds gently and circled my clit long
enough to make a little juice well up between my pussy lips.

I reached back behind myself and rubbed the
length of his cock with my palm. Up and down, up and down, each
time with a little squeeze when I reached the tip. Between the rasp
of my hand on hard denim, the sound he made, and the warmth I felt,
my playful and slightly naughty lust turned serious.

Grabbing his pants pocket and pulling him to
me, I grinded my daddy’s dick between my legs. A streak of sweet
pussy juice behind as I slid up and down his rod. Peter yanked
again on my hair, which forced my already wet, slick sex to grind
against him. Before long, his bulge grew thicker, harder.

“Oh my God,
nothing
feels as good as
you, daddy,” I cooed as I bent my knees, tilted my hips and worked
him deeper between my legs. He slid his hand roughly over my
ponytail, down my back and then back up to my chest, under my
shirt. A warm blush followed his touch up my body and settled
around my breast as he cupped it in his hot, pleasantly rough palm.
My hair fell in a cascade across my shoulders.

I reached back and unzipped my daddy’s pants
as he unhooked the side of my skirt and slid his fingertips around
my hip. His hungry fingers rasped over my pubic hair stubble on the
way to my slit. He grunted and shifted his weight, presumably to
move that huge cock of his somewhere less painful than straight
down his jeans’ leg. I reached inside his open fly and felt as far
down his prick as I could.

“Liz, how do you make me so hard? Oh, this
hurts! Come on, baby girl, take my cock out. Show me how bad you
want me. Show me how much you like it when I fuck you.”

His voice was like velvet against my ear, and
I just
had
to have him. Right then. In my mouth, then my
cunt. At that moment, I needed him more than air, or water, or
anything else.

Without speaking, I turned to face him. My
daddy’s fingers, still sweetly circling and pinching my stiff,
leaking nipple, trailed down my body and settled on the top of my
skirt before I took his hand and stuck his milk-wet fingers in my
mouth.

So that’s what it tastes like
.
Sweet milk, the salt on my daddy’s fingers
.

That taste of myself on my daddy took me a
still higher level. My skin prickled. My breath was getting a
little harder, more urgent. Heat radiated from between my legs and
spread upwards over my shoulders. Our gazes locked, both of us
breathing faster, both starting to sweat.

Peter’s hand turned inside my skirt. Two of
his fingers opened my folds and the third – his thick middle finger
– went between them. He stroked a circle around my hole and dipped
playfully inside before pressing his palm to my aching little
button and forcing a moaning squeal from my lips.

He dug deeper, rotating his finger into my
pussy and curling it inside, tickling a spot on the front of my
walls that always makes me squirm, and smiled as I did.

“God, I’m hard, Liz. And it’s all for you, no
one else. I don’t care what other people say, what they do. You
changed everything for me, and I’m not going anywhere. Understand?”
He stroked my cheek with the two fingers I’d just sucked.

He always knew the right things to say. The
perfect things to do.

I just nodded and looked up at his eyes.

Then I pushed him backwards, gave him a sly
grin, and went to my knees taking his jeans with me.

As soon as his pants dropped below his cock,
the big, round tip sprung up and pointed at me. I took the naughty
lollipop between both of my palms, squeezing him, massaging his
whole length and finally rolling one of his balls around in one
hand. While I fondled his sack, I quickly stuck three fingers deep
in my soaking pussy then slid my hand up to his tip to get him all
nice and slick.

“Daddy,” I whispered, “you’re so hard, so
wet. When I slide my little hand up and down you, I imagine you’re
fucking me. I imagine this big, thick cock is stretching my little
pussy out, drilling me against this washing machine. I imagine my
thighs slapping against the metal, one leg thrown over the top of
it so I’m spread out wide enough that you can get all the way
inside. I imagine your balls thumping against my leg.” I looked up
at him for a second, squeezing his cock in my fist and letting my
hand slide all the way up before starting over at the base. He was
so wet from my sex juice that I didn’t need to jerk.

“I imagine,” I paused to kiss away a little
drop of pre-cum as it dribbled, “you gushing inside me, filling me
up with all the hot, thick cum you can manage.” Not able to take
any more playing around, I slid my tongue underneath his tip and
caressed that little place that thrills him, then closed my lips
around the ridge at the bottom of my daddy’s dickhead. I pumped
harder for a moment, and looked up at him again with my eyes open
halfway. After making a lap around him with my tongue, I pulled my
mouth off, squeezed him again, letting my hand slide from his balls
to his tip as another drop spilled out of my daddy’s perfect
cock.

“I imagine,” I opened my eyes wide and spoke
so close to his dick that my breath caressed him, “you sucking my
tits, little trickles of milk running down your chin. And I imagine
you pumping me so full of warm, sticky juice that it drips down my
thighs.” I licked him and squeezed his balls harder, just how he
liked. “Then I imagine me trying to keep it all in my pussy,
holding my hand over my worn out little snatch and feeling your
warmth pool up inside me.”

In my hand, his cock was so hard it started
to throb. His mouth was half agape, and he had all of his fingers
tangled up in the hair that framed my face.

“I...I,” he started to speak before I hushed
him with a quick, hard suck.

“I imagine there’s so much that no matter
what I do, it oozes out between my fingers, just a little,” I
whispered, as I rubbed his tip against my face, “and I imagine that
when you’re finished gushing in me, and your cock starts to get a
little soft, that you keep sucking my tits, and I pinch my nipples
with one hand while I lick all your cum off my fingers.”

The hand around his cock went back between my
legs and a gasp escaped as I stuck three fingers inside again and
pushed them in and out. I wrapped them back around his twitching
cock, glistening with sex.

“Can you... can you do that for me, daddy?
Can you make my little dream come true?”

Before I had a chance to get my lips back on
him, my daddy, the only man I’ve ever
really
loved, answered
me by lifting me to my feet, shoving one of my legs up on top of
the appliance in front of us and stroking the tip of his dick up
and down the length of my sopping snatch.

“I can try,” he said, as he braced his weight
on one arm, and stretched just the head of his prick inside my
sweetly aching hole. The way air whistled between his teeth as his
cock slipped inside me was near-musical. It was a kind of high-note
symphony accompanied by the pounding percussion of my thighs
thumping against the washing machine’s cold metal.

When he pulled back, almost all the way out,
and breathed deep, my body yearned for him. I ached for him to fill
the void he left inside me with every single thrust. This
intensity, this intimacy took my breath way over and over. Even
though my daddy was the first man between my legs, I was also sure
that he would be the only man who could ever make me feel this
taken care of; this secure.

As the ridge around my daddy’s cock head
slipped inside my entrance, my pussy swallowed him up and held him
fast. He wasn’t going to get away again, not until he pumped me
full of that hot liquid I so craved. Reaching behind my splayed out
body, I managed to coil two fingers around the base of his cock and
grip him tight. He was already wet to the hilt in my sex juice, so
he just glided through my hand, which I closed to a fist.

Sliding in, pulling back. This heavenly
rhythm continued for a few moments with the heat of his cock first
against my palm, then inside my body spreading a radiant energy
through me. His pumps, shallow at first, started to get deeper and
deeper as his cock hardened even more inside my sex.

And then, all of a sudden, he pulled out and
lifted me into a sitting position.

“I just need to taste you. I need to slide my
tongue between those folds, taste the pussy of the woman I love.
That okay, baby girl?”

I melted. All I could do was chew my lip and
nod. Pulling my knees up, I shoved my shirt up over my aching tits
so my daddy could get a feel, squeeze me and knead me like he loves
to do. I looked down just as he began to paint a slow, lazy circle
around my cleft and noticed that heat from earlier had made a red
flush all over my belly.

One of my hands tangled in Peter’s thick,
dark hair and with the other, I twisted and pinched a sensitive,
pebbled nipple. The tongue between my legs did another lap around
me and slid from the beginning of my slit to my asshole, then back
up. I angled my hips higher so that the whole of me was bare for my
daddy to do with as he pleased.

Peter moaned a soft, vibrating “mmm...” as he
parted my lips with his tongue and tasted my hole with just the
tip, he moved his fingers across my body in a sultry, delicate loop
before diving deeper inside me and groaning again.

His voice made my clit tingle and my pussy
swell with desire. A moment later, two fingers slipped inside me
halfway and his tongue tickled up to my clit where he drew a series
of fluttery circles. Everywhere he touched, goose prickles
followed.

I could do this forever. Be with him, like
this, and never stop. I can’t believe what’s happened. I never
thought this sort of thing would happen to me. Never thought...

My daddy’s tongue snapped me back to reality
as he finally began to massage my nib in quick, gentle little
flicks. He spread his fingers out inside me, rotating them
independently and lingering on every spot that made me shudder,
moan or shiver. There were a lot of those. Finally, he flattened
his tongue on top of my clit and slid his fingers all the way
inside my slickness.

“So, so wet,” he whispered in between licks,
“your pussy is just wonderful, Liz. I could do this forever.”

I just grinned and watched his face as he
descended on me again. Mouth warming me, fingers dancing inside,
and the tip of his pinky circling my other hole that I had become
aware was quite wet from my juice.

“Mmm... I just love how you taste,” his voice
vibrated against my sex, sending thrills up my spine.

Just then, a fingertip slid gingerly inside
my asshole. I groaned out a loud “Ooonnn...” as he worked it
further in, letting my ring stretch around his finger before
pushing deeper. Another finger joined the two in my snatch, taking
up a space almost as big as did his cock. “Oh daddy,” I moaned, “Oh
daddy this feels so good. I love you so much. So, so, so much.”

He stopped moving completely and raised his
eyes to mine.

“I... Liz, I love you too. More than
anything. You know that, right? You know that you’re stuck with me.
Thick and thin.”